my presence, fuck the word acceptance I get triple 7's every time I finish sparking sessions Choose your own discression, I'm on a black to score attention
from society?? A laughing stock - as I walk the earth Vindication laughs at my rebirth Or will I be a victim of the thing Commonly known as eternity?? Eternally black
stood Predicting our race to die Seeing the days Of hideous plague When nature released disease upon human race The damage was done Black death had won Pestilence, the start of armageddon Torment
in chamber, fill it with anger, paid all my Dues to triple the 6 Scanman might take your hand, slowly grab to the Pistol grip See crunchy black up in
return Blacker than darkness Blacker than darkness A packy foggy fullmoon night Into darkness rides Under the horned goa tmoon As dark as black rivers
ride Under the horned goatmoon As dark as black rivers at wintertime Horned Decembermoon come to me I ride the wings of Torment Blacker than darkness
snow, icy winds. Lifeless, eternal. You drift on the black waves of damnation, look forward to the end. Life is pain and torment, perfection is the death
blood I drawn secret visions of mankind an occult light hidden by centuries of sorrow will shine again in my church fear, hatred torment, these are
tomb, see you run, you fool, you fool your life has just begun I'm here to taunt and torment you I can make you do what I want you to Black it out and
Future dead One by one Thrust upon stakes Erected on stakes The affliction Of the torment is immense Not dying instantly Left to endure The torment
in this black inferno Bliss is a response not made by exhilaration But out of immortality and grief. Now begins your everlasting torment.
exposing the soul leaving the core bleeding, ripped up and torn injecting the infection of deception and lies and the defection of the holy to escape their demise the black
'm the unholy misery from which all fear feeds i inject hells wrath into lifeless heads i'm the infectious death that ressurects i'm the eternal torment
that I call 'Hell' Where you got sent because your *** don't sell My 20/20 was blurry from the smoke Of the *** that I burned and tormented but I didn
probably write a song about it And they did and I did and I called it 'More about John Henry'} First of all John Henry was a black man He was born where
of breath I washed my beautiful hands in the black market dog water trough But through it all the real stick in my spokes Was the torment of my dreams